Lyrics

Playa (hata'), turn your head 'round (turn your head 'round) Lay on the ground, you've been robbed See everybody ain't balling Most is falling Even more is crawling When they look up all they see is the position that you all in So don't be so up that it blind you Or so far ahead you don't see people are behind you Playa Playa, playa {*4X*} Uhh, playa, Playa First you tell the jeweler to Audemar Piguet ya Then you tellin' waitresses to Rose her Bumpin VIP and you meet your first Draya In the strip club, ones in the air-ya Nothin' but attention that they wanna pay ya Dancers tryna welcome to L.A. ya Shake it like a polaroid picture, Hey Ya Let 'em know you ballin', you that nigga playa And you run the city you the new mayor Tonight is full of hoes and the flyest playas Can't forget the jackers and the playa haters And shady hoes can't wait to be-tray ya It's hard to tell which one is here to slay ya Nigga be that pretty redbone layup Texting to the niggas that are tryna lay her The lights is coming on and you drunk as sailor Shawty like where the after-party playa? You grab her by the hand and tell her I'ma take ya Shawty rollin' with it she is not a faker Now you with your wheel like a roller skater Pullin' out the lot you tell your homies 'Later!' Stopping at the light corner of La Brea Niggas ride up on ya like a escalator Wearing all-black Oakland Raider Screaming run your shit 'fore they AK ya Begging for your life hoping they don't spray ya Shoulda left that balla shit for the Lakers Yeah Playa (playa) It's a new day (it's a new day) No time to play you've been robbed
Writer(s): Johnta Austin, Jermaine Dupri Mauldin, James Phillips, Derik Johnson, Valentine Brooke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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